With each new song I hear,
I hear the old songs,
And they bring me tears.
Tears from the fears
of letting you go.
Every time I lay there awake,
I think of which dreams were real and which ones were fake.
And when I think of ***,
I wonder why things are so complex.
Why did you leave me standing in the rain?
Why did you not want to hold my hand?
When I think of you, it brings only pain.
Did you need this closure
Or did you feel pressure
From new ideas.
What do you think about
when you can’t sleep at night?
But with each new flight,
I am reminded of our desires,
And they only start fires.
Everyone seems to need a reason,
But I won’t be part of this season.
My emotions are few,
But if they were a song,
They would only be the soft lonely strumming
of a guitar, barely a hue, not to last too long.
So when I think of you,
I think of the good things,
But I need to consider all the things.
The good and the sad,
The quiet and the bad,
I feel you at midnight,
And letting you go seems right.
Sure, I miss your touch, but
I’ve said far too much.

Holding my head high is no easy task.
Come clear my mind, its all i ask.
Heartache and heartbreak from the same mistake.
The feeling invades my body and tears my soul.
Seems like nothing will heal.
Not until I rise myself out from this hole.
The more and more I strive,
I begin to wonder: will I make it out alive?
My body still remains here, but my soul has already left.


People are dying. Dying to speak their mind.
People are living. Living for a waste of time.
Theres no reason to be here,
lets pack up and leave dear.


My heart feels like a downpour of rain.
but its alright, cause I like the rain.
When Texas is burning, open the floodgates.


Release your mind into the sea.
Patience is maturity,
and love extinguishes the fire.
The fire that rages wars in my head.
Tonight I will pray,
and tomorrow I shall embrace the day.


People are dying. Dying to speak their mind.
People are living. Living for a waste of time.
Theres no reason to be here,
lets pack up and leave dear.


My body still remains here, but my soul has already left.
Whatever the time, look at the sky

As I walk up and down these crying roads,
everyone wants to, but no one knows.
Phone calls from the afterlife,
they tell me never take these feelings in strife.


This life is just a moment
with an end in sight.
I build my treasures
for a different life, with a greater might.
Figure out what shall be done,
we all have something to overcome.
Lord, I want to soak up Your Hevenly Spirit.
I want to be so close, that I can hear it.


As I walk up and down these dying roads,
fools try to condemn me for what I chose.
I try to not partake in this fabricated world,
for the world will never heal you.
It will only steal you.
When everything is tossed aside,
we are either the thief or the king.
These life morals are everything I sing.

there is only one sound,
the sound of rain dripping through my roof.
there is only one sound,
the sound of the ice cracking.
what did we have? oh i thought it was true.
i write these poems, so you dont know im talking about you..


my socks are drenched, my pockets are empty, and my thoughts smell of love.
these are the tales of a man.


i hide my emotions, but i don't hide whats important to me.
upon this road, i shall rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.
get off your knees, get off your knees.
i will always be there, to be the confusion in you heart.
i will hold you no longer, get off your knees.
these. these are the trees of my life.
be the birth.
be the death.
only with broken wings, shall you pass.